At 5 o’clock in the afternoon, the Alishan Clubhouse is also the most expensive clubhouse in Taicheng. Almost everything is considered sky-high.

The eight ginkgo trees in the clubhouse are worth 50 million yuan, the banquet hall has 400,000 ceiling lights, 180,000 chairs, and 30,000 crystal cups.

Almost all the pavilions, lounge chairs, turf, and cushions were shipped to Shanghai by air. They were extremely luxurious. The working class would have to go bankrupt if they broke a cup.

This is a paradise for the rich to enjoy life, and the grassroots are only envious.

It's just so extravagant, the club is still crowded, divided into eight areas of the club, seven areas have more than fifty men and women talking and laughing.

The men are all in suits and neatly gathered together to talk. No matter how dirty the wolf in the glamorous coat is, he must be like a gentleman at this moment.

Most of the women are famous business women. There are also a few men with beautiful female companions, either well-known hostesses or entertainers in the show business circle.

In short, it is very lively, only the eighth area, the most classical area inside, no guests come out to enjoy the sun.

The decoration of Hall No. 8 is very charming. There are two plaster portraits of Venus at the entrance. Inside are twenty portraits of famous Western artists and a series of words and sentences.

In the middle is a pair of "Sunflowers" that occupies most of the wall. Simple elements outline the beautiful western scenery.

No. 8 banquet room is not without guests, but all the guests stay in the hall.

On the wooden table in the eight-person position, there are Ye Qiuqi and two lawyers on the left, and seven or eight staff members, four bodyguards and the three brothers Dazhi standing behind them.

On the right, sitting with Kong Feixiang dressed in British style, and a few friends of pigs and dogs, behind them are more than 20 men and women in Chinese who have been together all the year round.

There are a few plates of exquisite pastries on the table, as well as a Badazhuang red wine produced just this year.

"Mr. Ye, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry that the final payment has dragged you so long."

Kong Feixiang waved to let people take out a stack of documents, and then put them in front of Ye Qiuqi with a smile: "These are the accounts we cleaned up."

"You take a look."

"See if the accounts listed with you can be matched. If they can be matched, I will ask Finance to pay the money immediately."

Kong Feixiang laughed to himself and said, "Lest Miss Ye treat me like a lament."

Ye Qiuqi glanced at the accounts and felt a little messy, so she handed it over to the finance department for verification, while maintaining a polite smile:

"It's the Chinese New Year. Funds are tight everywhere. It is understandable that Kong Shao's turnover is inconvenient."

Ye Qiuqili lured Kong Feixiang: "Kong Shao can pay the balance this time, and I can make another profit for the next cooperation."

Kong Feixiang let out a burst of hearty laughter, then gave a thumbs up and praised: "Hahaha, Mr. Ye is really happy, he deserves to be the helm of the Ye family."

"Come on, let our subordinates do things, and decision makers, we, must learn to relax while busy, otherwise the days will be too tiring."

"Badazhuang's winter wine, 180,000 bottles, President Ye appreciates his face and tastes it."

Kong Feixiang opened the bottle of red wine sharply, then poured two goblets, and one cup was slowly pushed in front of Ye Qiuqi.

"I'm always toasting the leaves, and I did it."

Kong Feixiang drank his glass of red wine in one sip: "You are free!"

Ye Qiuqi didn't have much confidence in meeting today, because Kong Feixiang was not reliable once.

Now seeing him being so sincere and bringing the finances over, she believed two points. She squeezed out a polite smile and drank the glass.

She gave the foot hole flying face.

"Mr Ye is happy."

Kong Feixiang glanced at Ye Qiuqi's wine glass, and the moment he lowered his head to pour the other party again, an unknown coldness appeared in his eyes.

Then he leaned back in the seat and looked at Ye Qiuqi with a playful look: "Mr. Ye, you are so beautiful, especially your legs."

He gazed at Ye Qiuqi's sitting posture, who was slightly leaning back, and the exaggerated curve of her waist and legs became more prominent:

"I always thought that the chest is a woman's magic weapon. I never believed in women's thighs. They are too powerful for men, even better than their faces."

He stared at Ye Qiuqi's legs unscrupulously: "When I saw President Ye today, I immediately knew that my **** friend never deceived me."

"Are the accounts correct?"

Ye Qiuqi seemed to see Kong Feixiang's nature again, and she suddenly felt vigilant, and at the same time she felt the heat spread all over her body.

Finance hurriedly replied: "Miss Ye, the accounts are out, less than 400 million yuan, almost 500 million in and out, the Kong family's accounts are too messy."

"Kong Feixiang, you are wasting everyone's time."

Ye Qiuqi knew when she heard that she was being tricked, which account would go in and out of five hundred million, which meant that she was dealing with her casually.

She took the account book of the Ye's Group and slammed it in front of Kong Feixiang: "You don't have to count yours anymore. Ye's will do it all for you."

"You still owe Ye's 890 million in total."

She tapped her slender finger on the table and said, "If you don't want to be sued by me in court, you will pay me back immediately."

"The difference is five hundred million yuan, so much difference. If Miss Ye's accounts are okay, then the Kong family's financial brain is flooded and mistaken."

Kong Feixiang pretended to be surprised and shouted: "Miss Ye, don't worry, I must teach her a lesson when I go back and tell her to be killed by ten or eight men."

"Stop playing with these empty heads."

Ye Qiuqi yelled, "Repay the money immediately."

Kong Feixiang straightened up when he heard the words, and grinned grinningly while holding the wine glass: "Mr. Ye, don't be angry, it's not good to be angry."

"Eight ninety million...For me, it's really not much. I can also turn it over now."

Kong Feixiang's expression became wretched: "It's just that I have a small condition."

He stared at Ye Qiuqi's long legs in silk stockings and found that this was really a top-notch beauty, and it was a pity that Ne Wen was pulled out of the lead.

It's just that he can't do anything at this moment. In addition to calming Ne Win's emotions, the Mingyue Group has given him tremendous pressure again.

After Jiang Yangdao and Chen Wangbei died, the Ye Group was given a respite. There were signs of surviving, Kong Feixiang must be strangled by thunder.

Ye Qiuqi's voice was cold: "What conditions?"

"The conditions are simple."

At this time, another group of men and women walked into the door, among them there were also a dozen burly men. They were powerful and approached the negotiation center.

A few tables and chairs in the way were kicked away by them mercilessly.

Ne Win's smile surrounded by the crowd was very playful. The domineering arrogance and viciousness made several Ye's secretaries jealous, and they backed away.

The Dazhi trio glanced at each other and tightened their nerves. They all smelled a touch of danger, but they didn't call Ye Tianlong. After all, the scene was peaceful.

Ye Qiuqi raised her head and looked at each other, her eyes flowing with a trace of vigilance.

Ne Win came to Ye Qiuqi's face, put his hands on the wooden table, and looked down at Ye Qiuqi with an evil smile:

"The condition is that you take off your skirt and do it for me. If I am satisfied, Shao Kong will pay you back the money."

He stretched out his hand to pinch Ye Qiuqi's cheek: "One night."

"brute!"

Ye Qiuqi couldn't restrain her anger, picked up the goblet and threw it out.

The red wine hit Ne Win’s face, and Ne Win suddenly became a chicken...